Le métèque [English translation]

with my mouth of a metic

of a wandering Jew, of a Greek shepherd

and my hair with the four winds

with my totally diluted eyes

that put me in a dreaming state

me, that doesn't dream much anymore

with my hands of a petty thief

of a musician and of a prowler

who plundered so many gardens

with my mouth that drank

that kissed and bit

without ever appeasing its hunger

with my mouth of a metic

of a wandering Jew, of a Greek shepherd

of a thief and of a vagrant

with my skin that rubbed

with the sun of all the summers

and all that wore underskirt

with my heart that knew how to

whistle as much as it suffered

without making storied for that

with my soul that no longer has

the least chance to greet

to avoid the purgatory

with my mouth of a metic

of a wandering Jew, of a Greek shepherd

and my hair with the four winds

I will come, my sweet prisoner

my soul mate, my source of life

I will come to drink your twenty years

and I'll become the prince of blood

a dreamer or even a teenager

as you will like to choose

and we will make of everyday

all the eternity of love

that we will live till we die

and we will make of everyday

all the eternity of love

that we will live till we die

• Artist:Georges Moustaki